Last summer we took our first family trip to New York with our 5 month old. And it was absolute hell. Crying, screaming, fussing – you name it, she did it. For 3 long hours! There were looks, whispers and rolling of the eyes as the other passengers on the plane watched me and my husband struggle to calm her down. It scarred me from traveling with her for almost a year. I finally decided to bite the bullet and visit my sister in Boston. This meant traveling ALONE with a toddler. Stricken with fear of repeating the past trip,…
